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doesn't it go by
I can barely remember
now
how it all passed
some days I wanted
to last
others
I prayed they didn't
when you're in it
you know
because you feel it
life
every pulse of it
in your bones
coursing through you
like you were home
at last
what do I crave mostly from my past
the adventure
not the censure
of pleasure
that is now
correctness
is not living
that is how
I feel about it
I think most know how to behave
and can intuit
what is right
treat others as you'd like
to be considered
how weird
only yesterday
it was all before me
the years
the doubt
the plotting and plodding
and now I'm in autumn
on the threshold of winter
I was told I was a winter's child
though I prefer Spring
and a bounce in my heart
and flowers in the ground
freshness in the air
surrounding everything
I will never be ready to go
even at its worst
I prefer life
I've got the deepest roots
in my soul




my thoughts / written directly to the page.
January 23, 2018 11:59am PST
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for this author/writer Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted website name:
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World





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